The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, 'em out, clear 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you ain't Your style sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status With this ugly lookin' billboard, you could stop But I got albums to make my own top ten
You like the spread of traffic You bite my style off the So when you speak you bet I the static You better chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, One of my sixteen bar rhymes is eight of choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I to curve indispicuous Gotcha, on your and knees Ain't it about time for some emcees?
The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here
Uh, we on a tonight you see me comin', I don't front, I fight People say I'm contradictin' I'm all about peace To say the least, with a violent It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get me My people don't see that, all they is stop hittin' me, huh beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Nelly? Well, you can if you don't exist, huh
I think it's 'bout time we stop these pop Fuck pop rappers, hip hop does matter to me Does it matter to you? My If it does, you know the hell to do Throw your in the air, pump it like, yeah Let these bitch ass rappers know we in Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off 'em KRS told you they at the end of they days
Let me tell you, let's hip hop a lift And don't buy album on June twenty fifth send a message back to all 'em sellouts House nigga rapper, your bottom done out You even know how I told you I wasn't talkin' you then But I'm talkin' you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one right through St. Louis don't like you